Picture to Burn // Sandor Clegane (2)

2. More Than Just An Artist

Sandor woke with feet on his chest. Avalon lay between his legs and a smile curved on his face as he kissed her feet. Her toes curled as she rolled between his legs adjusting position.

''Avalon love.'' Sandor rasped.

''Mm'' she moaned as he reached down grabbing her ass and giving it a squeeze.

''Gorgeous what are you doing?'' Sandor questioned as she sat up wiping the sleep from her eyes. ''How did you end up over there?'' Sandor questioned as her legs wrapped around him. Avalon just shrugged as he hugged her to him.

''I don't want to go to the kings name day celebration.'' Avalon whispered her hand trailing up and down his chest.

''I don't either.'' Sandor remarked. ''To fucking bad for us though.'' Sandor reminded her she felt a hot breath against his neck as avalon sighed.

''The cunt wants to show his betrothed neds head before his festivities start.'' Sandor remarked.

''He really is awful.'' Avalon agreed.

''Best get out there.'' Sandor grumbled getting dress as avalon lay sprawled out across his bed he smiled at the sight her arms outstretched over her head her back arching off the bed her breasts sticking out from the sheets willing to be grabbed.

''You torture me.'' Sandor grumbled kissing her again she smiled softly into him as his hand started pulling and teasing at her breast she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down to her. With one knee between her legs he lowered himself onto her a leg wrapped around his hips as his lips suctioned to him. She moaned into him as he bit at her chest.

''Baby,'' he groaned pulling himself away. ''I gotta go.' He whispered as her hands fell away from him.

''I love you Sandor''. Avalon told him

''I love you.'' He echoed running a hand down her porcelain skin before heading out. With a sigh she got comfortable on the bed again and fell back asleep.

+

'You look nice.'

'Thank you my lord.' Sansa said stiffly.

'Your grace.' Joffrey corrected. 'I'm king now. walk with me, I want to show you something.'

'Do as you are bid child.' Sandor told her. Sansa's eyes drifted to Avalon, she had lost that look of wonder since Ned died, her steps slower as before she seemed to glide across the room. She carried her sketch pad but hadnt drawn anything since her picture of Ned. She stared at it for hours, led in hand, brush in hand, her hand unwavering but nothing came to her. No inspiration.

'And as soon as you had your blood I will put a son in you, mother says that shouldn't be long.' Joffrey remarked as they walked and then sansa realized where they were.

'No, please no!" Sansa begged pulling away but Meryn Trant held her put. Avalon heard Sansa's whimpers and they echoed.

'This one is your father, this one here.' Joffrey told her. 'look at him and see what happens to traitors!'

'You promised to be merciful.' Sansa said not looking up, her eyes slammed closed.

'I was, I gave him a clean death.' Joffrey corrected. 'look at him.'

'Please let me go home I swear I won't do any treason,' sansa sobbed.

'mother says I'm still to marry you so you stay here and obey. LOOK AT HIM!" sansa's eyes slowly looked up to her fathers head. 'Well?'

'How long do I have to look?' Sansa questioned.

'as long as it pleases me. do you want to see the rest?" Joffrey questioned happily. Sandor looked to Avalon coming down the hall and discreetly shook his head and she stopped and stared back at him. He flicked his hand at his thigh for her to keep going but she stood there, staring back at him.

'If it pleases your grace.' Sansa answered stiffly.

'That one there is your septa.' Joffrey told her and sansa stared up at septa mordane, she wondered where she had went, now she knew. 'I will tell you what. I am going to give you a present.' Joffrey went on as sansa stared up at their severed heads. 'After I raise my armies and I kill your traitor brothers I'm going to give you his head as well.' Joffrey told Sansa as she was staring up at her father severed head.

'Or maybe he will give me yours.' Sansa threatened staring Joffrey in the eyes.

'my mother tells me a king should never strike his lady,' joffrey said calmly. 'Ser meryn.' He spun sansa around slapping her hard twice in the face. Avalon gasped her hands flying to cover her mouth. Sansa looked to the catwalk Joffrey was standing on it would be a long way down. She took a few steps forward but sandor grabbed her arm spinning her around.

"Here girl.' He held out a rag for her bloody lip.

'Will you obey now? or do you need another lesson? I will look for you in court' Joffrey said marching off.

'save yourself some pain girl. Give him what he wants.' Sandor said following after Joffrey.

"Avalon, any new pictures for me?" Joffrey questioned as they passed her.

"No your grace." Avalon answered softly. "Still waiting for the golden hour." Avalon went on as Sandor gave her hand a squeeze as he passed.

"Well get on it then. I want the world to see this is the age of a new king. A new empire being forged in myself." Joffrey instructed.

"Of course your grace." Avalon agreed softly before moving down to Sansa. "Hi honey.' Avalon whispered touching her back and Sansa jumped in surprise. "I didn't mean to scare you." Avalon told her raising her hands to show she wasn't Joffrey or Meryn. Sansa hugged her tight.

"I miss him." Sansa whispered. "I miss them all, I just want to go home." Sansa whimpered into Avalon.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, I'm so sorry this is happening." Avalon told her running a calming hand over Sansa's back.

+

For an artist, losing inspiration was like losing a part of yourself. That was how avalon felt as she stared at the canvas. Blank. Taunting her. Sandor slammed the door closed ripping off his armor he froze when he saw Avalon staring, unmoving, unblinkingly at the canvas.

"You know you gotta put something on the brush for it to work." Sandor informed her as she got changed.

"I can't draw." Avalon told him softly. "The one thing that made me special... Sandor its gone." She turned to him as he put on a clean shirt.

"Some knight got drunk and threw up on me." Sandor informed her. She only nodded as she turned back to her canvas. Blank. Empty. A void.

Her mind felt like a void at times. She used to get so wrapped up in her work that the days flew by without her ever looking up. Her hands started to shake and her knuckled grew white as she gripped the brush her finger nails digging into her palm.

"Gorgeous." Sandor coed pulling the brush from her grip.

"What am I without my art?" Avalon shouted. "It was the only thing that made me special I don't have any real skills Sandor. This is it. What the fuck am I going to do?" Avalon kicked her canvas stand and it and the canvas hit the ground with a thud.

"You are special, you don't have to draw pretty for me to know you are an amazing woman. Avalon you are kind and compassionate, you see people, you see beyond what anyone else sees." Sandor told her pulling her to him.

"I just... my art." Avalon whimpered hugging him, burying her face in his neck.

"You are more than just an artist." Sandor assured her.